Dark Star

by Aaron Blair

The man who was not my father
had a hook where his hand should have been.
I imagine him twisting it into my mother’s belly.
Where once a child had dwelt, now nothing,
except a dense, dead star, devouring everything around it,
every ray of light, every moment of joy.
The living orbited around the body of the deceased,
drawn to its inviting darkness,
trapped there by its terrible gravity.
The man who was not my father
thought he could make me a daughter,
because he didn’t understand that I was never a girl.
I was the answer to a question whispered to the universe.
Can a mother make a child who will love her forever?
Maybe other mothers could. But mine could not.


Posted on 06/21/2016
Copyright © 2023 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/02/20 at 03:53 AM

Powerful reflection of family relationship. Congrats on POTD!

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